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Best to be Both
[A gundam00 Alejandro/Libbons fanfiction][NC-17][unabashed smex]
Disclaimer: Gundam 00 is copyright Sunrise and Kouga Yun.
Summary: Sex, and lots of it. If you insist on attempting to find meaning in this fic, it's an exploration of Alejandro Corner's controlling mentality and an examination of his motives. Set just after the events of episode 17.
Author's Notes: It's really just unabashed pr0n. I hope you like it. >D
Best to be Both
20th February 2008
*
‘The plot thickens.’ Alejandro whimsically voices the thought that has been running through his mind all day, closing the door behind him. The other Observers for Celestial Being bore him, old men sitting arrayed around him and talking, talking, always talking. It amuses him, though: even in the shadows the role he plays is the same. They are much like the UN that he so proudly acclaims and serves in public. Except they do not dare show their faces to Alejandro, intent on their (futile) attempt at secrecy.
‘Alejandro-sama,’ Livonze murmurs at his shoulder. ‘Welcome home.’
‘As much as any place can be home,’ Alejandro answers, letting the younger man slide his coat off his shoulders. They go from place to place all the time. The UN delegation is currently housed in a massive mansion surrounded by wooded lands - the private estate of one of the businessmen of this tiny crumbling country. Alejandro can only faintly remember the meeting he had with him. The man’s face is not worth recalling, and all that remains of him is an amorphous blob of obsequiousness, bobbing along beside Alejandro and murmuring pleasantries like a paean of praise to a capitalist God. ‘We have not stayed in one place for more than three months at a time for the last two years, no?’
‘My place is by your side.’
Alejandro turns around and cups the young face in his hands, sealing his mouth over Livonze's. He responds as well, his arms coming to rest around Alejandro’s neck, his mouth yielding under his. His pliancy arouses Alejandro, and the way Livonze presses that slight frame against his. The fact that sex is the only arena where his protégé still unquestioningly accepts his dominance is even more arousing.
He has known for a long time that Livonze has an agenda of his own. Livonze may think to hide it from him but it is his arrogance in thinking that he can surpass Alejandro’s own bent for deceit and subterfuge. Not yet. Not yet.
But he will let the green-haired youth think that he has bested his teacher. For now. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against Livonze's. ‘Whiskey would be good about now,’ he murmurs.
‘I’ll get it for you.’ He doesn’t miss the flash of suppressed annoyance in those violet eyes, but he certainly admires how smoothly adoring the younger man’s voice is.
He sinks down into the plush leather of the sofa, rests his head against the back. Laguna Harvey was right - Celestial Being is one of the most interesting things to enter into the international scene yet. And Alejandro enjoys, more than anything, this feeling of being at the center of events, watching the maelstrom with the patience and calm of a glacier.
Livonze returns with the whiskey and a sheaf of papers, neatly clipped together. Alejandro takes both without comment and browses the data carefully - not for the information it contains, but to see whether Livonze has omitted anything essential.
Nothing. He lets the corners of his mouth lift in a slight smirk. Livonze must be aware that Alejandro has other sources besides him, and his student is far too intelligent to make a slip where Alejandro might so easily catch him. ‘Thank you for the vital information, Libbons,’ he says. ‘I thank God that I met you.’
‘This is what you picked me up for, is it not?’ Livonze asks, almost rhetorically. It’s a subtle riposte, and Alejandro smiles. Celestial Being is not the only one who picks up war-orphans to mold them for one’s own purposes. The fact that Livonze is aware of his own role only makes Alejandro’s mastery more complete. Some days he even feels true affection for this lovely creature.
‘No, our meeting was fated,’ Alejandro responds. ‘As was my becoming an Observer for Celestial Being.’
‘What will you do with the world?’
It amuses him, that Livonze thinks he has a reason, a purpose in all this. There is nothing, at the end of the day, but a very elaborate game of chess. The ones that Livonze has never defeated him at. ‘Nothing. I am an Observer - simply someone who merely watches the world reform.’
Let Livonze make of that what he will.
‘But enough of work,’ Alejandro murmurs, getting up and crossing over to his protégé, whose eyes snap with a sudden eagerness. Both of them know what’s coming. ‘It has been a long time, has it not, Livonze?’
‘It has, Alejandro-sama,’ he whispers, and then his slender fingers are pulling Alejandro’s hair-tie loose, the pads of his fingers firm against Alejandro’s scalp as he combs out the russet locks, bringing a handful of them forward to bury his nose in them. Alejandro indulges him, then smiles as Livonze draws away slightly. ‘But would you like a shower first?’
Alejandro lets loose a delighted laugh. It’s rare that Livonze is coy with him, but what with Azadistan and the Takalamakan exercise and Celestial Being, it’s been a long while since they’ve had the time to truly enjoy sex with each other. ‘I think I will,’ he replies. ‘Will you be joining me?’
Livonze’s smile is particularly feline. ‘Of course. Bring the whiskey.’
In the bedroom of their suite, they strip in front of each other. Alejandro admires the way his protégé undresses, inch after inch of pale white skin uncovered with a casual abandon, revealing the slender body so often hidden by Livonze's preference for baggy clothes. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it slide off his shoulders, stepping out of his pants and briefs, confident that his own body is as worthy of admiration as his student’s. Livonze is half-erect already, and so is he. How could he not be, when Livonze glances at him with such an undeniable and gratifying hunger?
Livonze precedes him into the bathroom and proceeds to give Alejandro a wonderful view of his firm ass as he bends over to turn on the water taps. The water gushes out in a torrent, and Alejandro leans against the doorjamb as he watches him pour bubble bath into the water, which rapidly foams white and fills the room with frangipani steam.
Livonze slides into the tub with a moan that’s just a little too low and a little too long to be simply enjoyment of the hot water. ‘The water’s just right, Alejandro-sama,’ he says, a clear invitation in his half-lidded eyes.
Alejandro smirks and strides forward, putting the whiskey bottle and glass on the soap ledge before getting into the tub as well, nuzzling the sensitive spot on Livonze's neck as he settles the green-haired youth in his lap, the firm line of his back resting against his chest. Livonze gasps a little and wriggles, which Alejandro knows full well is his way of getting back at him. He’ll be damned, however, if he gives Livonze the reaction the other man wants. He has every intention of drawing this out for as long as necessary. So he consciously lets himself relax in the warm water, his hands caressing Livonze’s body but as blandly as he can manage, only the chastest of simple touches.
When his protégé whimpers impatiently and begins to turn around, Alejandro forestalls him by reaching for the whiskey instead, pouring a glass, careful not to get any soap into it. He holds the glass to Livonze's mouth, and he takes a greedy swallow, his hand wrapping around Alejandro’s when he tries to pull it away.
Drinking out of my hand, Alejandro thinks, and chuckles a little at the thought.
Livonze relaxes against him, and Alejandro finishes the rest of the glass and places it back on the ledge. Livonze has clearly realized that Alejandro will not be denied, and Alejandro will reward him for it. Returning his attention to the body in his arms, he lets his hands drift to Livonze's chest, allowing his fingers to play across a taut brown nipple. Libbons gasps in pleasured surprise, and Alejandro smirks to himself. ‘So, what have you been doing lately? I apologize for not having paid enough attention to you lately.’
‘Ah - it’s alright,’ Livonze says. He looks a little distracted, but Alejandro can’t blame him. He’s ticklish, Alejandro knows that, and Livonze is squirming because he can’t decide if he wants to try and evade the fingers ghosting across his belly or lean into the hand playing with his nipples. ‘I’ve been reading Machiavelli.’
And plotting behind my back, no doubt, Alejandro supposes. Livonze is a very competent person. He’s more than capable of doing both at the same time. ‘Ah, The Prince, I presume?’ Similarly, Alejandro is entirely capable of carrying on this pseudo-conversation as he molests his protégé.
‘Yes,’ Livonze cries out, but it’s not likely to be in answer to Alejandro’s question. More likely a response to his fingers, which have trailed down to play with his protégé’s hard cock, his index finger rubbing teasingly against the head. One hand comes up to clutch at Alejandro’s shoulder, nails digging into skin as the other one braces against Alejandro’s thigh, Livonze using him as leverage to rub the cleft of his ass against Alejandro’s cock.
Alejandro gives the slightest of groans at the sensation. It’s been too long, since they last did this. Livonze is far wilder than he is - he’s shifted and is fervently humping Alejandro’s thigh now, whimpering as each movement brushes his ass against Alejandro’s cock. ‘So, am I more feared or loved?’ he asks, low and tormenting.
Even he can’t keep the slight tremble out of his voice, though, and Livonze turns to him, his eyes incandescent with desire. ‘Both is best, Alejandro-sama,’ he replies.
They kiss as Alejandro pushes two fingers straight into Livonze's tight welcoming body, and he bucks against him, a sharp whine escaping his lips as he breaks the kiss and lets his head fall against Alejandro’s shoulder, moving against those fingers in sharp, jerky motions. Alejandro loves this, loves the way Livonze loses all of his customary grace in these moments, reduced to a trembling mass of need, seeking a relief only Alejandro can give him.
‘Alejandro-sama-’ there’s a heartfelt note that’s usually absent from the usual suffix of respect, and Alejandro smiles and presses a third finger into him, which elicits a whimper from the green-haired youth. ‘Alejandro-sama! Please!’
‘Shall we move this to the bed?’ Alejandro asks. ‘I intend to have my way with you for the rest of tonight, so prepare yourself, Livonze.’
‘I’ve - ah - been prepared for a very long time,’ Libbons snaps, frustration distinctly delineated in every quivering muscle.
‘We should shower first, then,’ Alejandro says, rising from the tub and unceremoniously leaving his balked protégé staring at him in shock. ‘To get the soapsuds off.’
Livonze surges from the water with an almost animal snarl only to be thrown off-balance as Alejandro pulls him closer and turns on the showerhead as he yanks the plug to drain the tub with his foot. ‘Patience, pet,’ Alejandro reprimands gently, his breath playing across Livonze's ear. ‘It will feel all the better for the waiting. Why don’t you help me wash?’
Livonze obeys with a frantic alacrity, brushing damp hair out of Alejandro’s eyes before rubbing the soapsuds from him, then dropping to his knees and taking Alejandro’s cock into his mouth, swallowing him till Alejandro feels the head of his cock bump the back of his throat. That hot wet mouth feels remarkable. Livonze enthusiastically sucks at him, ardent in his abasement, kneeling at Alejandro’s feet, desperate to please.
He reaches for his own cock, which is so flushed with need it looks almost painful, but Alejandro commands, ‘No. Don’t touch yourself until I say you can.’
Livonze groans in disappointment, the sensation going straight through Alejandro, and his cock jerks in Libbons’ mouth. He does as he’s told, though, and Alejandro smiles a little. ‘Enough, Livonze.’
The younger man stops and Alejandro scoops him up in his arms, not bothering to turn off the shower as he stalks off towards the bed, Livonze's mouth searching his out. The room is cold after the heat of the water and they’re dripping water on the plush carpets, but Alejandro is past caring. He lays Livonze on the bed and Livonze pulls him down and their tongues tangle again, searing and wild as Alejandro presses Livonze’s thighs apart to touch the silky smooth skin of his inner thighs.
He fumbles the lubrication out of the nightstand drawer, where they left it after their first night here. Livonze is still slick and damp from the bath but Alejandro sees no reason not to take care with this beautiful creature lying there panting with need, legs spread wantonly to reveal that glistening, twitching hole. Alejandro applies the lubricant liberally and presses his fingers in. They slip inside easily, and Livonze gasps as he finds the prostate, his eyes going briefly blank. He’s barely had time to recover before Alejandro pushes the third finger in and presses hard against that spot, and he reaches out blindly for him, Alejandro’s name an incoherent prayer on his abused reddened lips.
‘Oh god Alejandro-sama please, please please please, Alejandro-sama, please, god please!’
Livonze will never best him. Even while his mind plots to subvert and surpass Alejandro his body will revolt with these memories of lust, of the carnal need that only Alejandro can fulfil.
‘I love you, pet,’ Alejandro whispers, and pushes into him. Livonze makes a choked little noise, his eyes going wide as he locks his legs around Alejandro’s waist. ‘Yes,’ he gasps, ‘Alejandro-sama, yes, oh god, yes.’
Alejandro pulls out and slams in again, and Livonze screams. And continues screaming as Alejandro continues thrusting, screaming and moaning and whimpering and screaming over and over and over, ‘Alejandro-sama, oh god - ah - I - ah! - I’m coming - coming -’
Alejandro stills immediately, pulling out of that tight body completely. Livonze’s eyes are wide, bewildered. ‘Alejandro-sama - why-’
‘Coming just from having your ass stimulated?’ Alejandro laughs, settling himself back against the bed. ‘Did it feel that good?’
‘You know it did, Alejandro-sama- god, why are you doing this?’ there are tears gathering in those violet eyes, and that voice is an aching sob.
‘Don’t cry, Livonze,’ Alejandro says soothingly. ‘Come here. If you want it so badly, fuck yourself on my cock.’ It’s rare that he’s so vulgar but then again, it’s Livonze, whose attempts to surmount Alejandro bring out the dominating side of his nature like nothing else does.
Livonze scrambles over and without hesitation, impales himself on Alejandro’s cock, deeper than before. His mouth is open and he’s panting but he doesn’t say anything anymore, bracing himself with his hands on Alejandro’s chest as the muscles in his thighs bunch and relax, his cock twitching and glistening with pre-come, bouncing up and down on Alejandro’s cock.
He’s beautiful like this, completely debauched with all his defenses abandoned, his world narrowed to the feel of Alejandro inside him, that wanton expression on his face as he rides Alejandro hard, that voice raw and shuddery from the screaming.
Alejandro lets him continue, lost in his own pleasure before he grabs him and turns them both over, Livonze on his hands and knees, and drives into him, his own body a cage against that smaller frame. He changes his angle and finds the prostate gland and the sudden shock down overabused nerves is enough to send Livonze over the edge as he comes without touching his cock at all, comes hard and long, too crazed with relief even to scream as his semen splashes against the bedspread.
Alejandro comes after a few more thrusts, spilling himself into his protégé’s ass, the world narrowing to a point of white and the scent of the nape of Livonze’s delicate neck, where he presses his lips to muffle his own slight shout as he achieves release.
They both collapse, Alejandro rolling to avoid crushing the slighter body. Livonze lies on his side, still shuddering from climax, his pupils impossibly dilated. Alejandro recovers first, pulling the damp and dirtied covers away. The sheets at least are still clean, so Alejandro goes to Livonze’s room and grabs the blankets there instead, bringing them back and getting into the bed.
By the time he has the blankets settled around them, Livonze is a little calmer, his eyes less wild though his heart is still rabbit-fast against Alejandro’s bare skin. Alejandro smiles and rubs the younger man’s back. ‘I love you,’ he murmurs, and in this moment the words might not even be entirely empty. He can forgive Livonze’s attempt at betrayal. He would expect no less, really - after all, was he not the one who had taught him?
Livonze presses closer against him and takes several deep breaths before answering, his violet eyes never leaving Alejandro’s. ‘Me too, Alejandro-sama.’
Alejandro laughs quietly to himself. Feared and loved - it might even be the truth, more than his little protégé himself knows. Livonze will not win, will not escape him that easily, and Alejandro certainly relishes this personal challenge, even as he watches Celestial Being take on the world.
Best to be both, then.
[A gundam00 Alejandro/Libbons fanfiction][NC-17][unabashed smex]
Disclaimer: Gundam 00 is copyright Sunrise and Kouga Yun.
Summary: Sex, and lots of it. If you insist on attempting to find meaning in this fic, it's an exploration of Alejandro Corner's controlling mentality and an examination of his motives. Set just after the events of episode 17.
Author's Notes: It's really just unabashed pr0n. I hope you like it. >D
Best to be Both
20th February 2008
*
‘The plot thickens.’ Alejandro whimsically voices the thought that has been running through his mind all day, closing the door behind him. The other Observers for Celestial Being bore him, old men sitting arrayed around him and talking, talking, always talking. It amuses him, though: even in the shadows the role he plays is the same. They are much like the UN that he so proudly acclaims and serves in public. Except they do not dare show their faces to Alejandro, intent on their (futile) attempt at secrecy.
‘Alejandro-sama,’ Livonze murmurs at his shoulder. ‘Welcome home.’
‘As much as any place can be home,’ Alejandro answers, letting the younger man slide his coat off his shoulders. They go from place to place all the time. The UN delegation is currently housed in a massive mansion surrounded by wooded lands - the private estate of one of the businessmen of this tiny crumbling country. Alejandro can only faintly remember the meeting he had with him. The man’s face is not worth recalling, and all that remains of him is an amorphous blob of obsequiousness, bobbing along beside Alejandro and murmuring pleasantries like a paean of praise to a capitalist God. ‘We have not stayed in one place for more than three months at a time for the last two years, no?’
‘My place is by your side.’
Alejandro turns around and cups the young face in his hands, sealing his mouth over Livonze's. He responds as well, his arms coming to rest around Alejandro’s neck, his mouth yielding under his. His pliancy arouses Alejandro, and the way Livonze presses that slight frame against his. The fact that sex is the only arena where his protégé still unquestioningly accepts his dominance is even more arousing.
He has known for a long time that Livonze has an agenda of his own. Livonze may think to hide it from him but it is his arrogance in thinking that he can surpass Alejandro’s own bent for deceit and subterfuge. Not yet. Not yet.
But he will let the green-haired youth think that he has bested his teacher. For now. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against Livonze's. ‘Whiskey would be good about now,’ he murmurs.
‘I’ll get it for you.’ He doesn’t miss the flash of suppressed annoyance in those violet eyes, but he certainly admires how smoothly adoring the younger man’s voice is.
He sinks down into the plush leather of the sofa, rests his head against the back. Laguna Harvey was right - Celestial Being is one of the most interesting things to enter into the international scene yet. And Alejandro enjoys, more than anything, this feeling of being at the center of events, watching the maelstrom with the patience and calm of a glacier.
Livonze returns with the whiskey and a sheaf of papers, neatly clipped together. Alejandro takes both without comment and browses the data carefully - not for the information it contains, but to see whether Livonze has omitted anything essential.
Nothing. He lets the corners of his mouth lift in a slight smirk. Livonze must be aware that Alejandro has other sources besides him, and his student is far too intelligent to make a slip where Alejandro might so easily catch him. ‘Thank you for the vital information, Libbons,’ he says. ‘I thank God that I met you.’
‘This is what you picked me up for, is it not?’ Livonze asks, almost rhetorically. It’s a subtle riposte, and Alejandro smiles. Celestial Being is not the only one who picks up war-orphans to mold them for one’s own purposes. The fact that Livonze is aware of his own role only makes Alejandro’s mastery more complete. Some days he even feels true affection for this lovely creature.
‘No, our meeting was fated,’ Alejandro responds. ‘As was my becoming an Observer for Celestial Being.’
‘What will you do with the world?’
It amuses him, that Livonze thinks he has a reason, a purpose in all this. There is nothing, at the end of the day, but a very elaborate game of chess. The ones that Livonze has never defeated him at. ‘Nothing. I am an Observer - simply someone who merely watches the world reform.’
Let Livonze make of that what he will.
‘But enough of work,’ Alejandro murmurs, getting up and crossing over to his protégé, whose eyes snap with a sudden eagerness. Both of them know what’s coming. ‘It has been a long time, has it not, Livonze?’
‘It has, Alejandro-sama,’ he whispers, and then his slender fingers are pulling Alejandro’s hair-tie loose, the pads of his fingers firm against Alejandro’s scalp as he combs out the russet locks, bringing a handful of them forward to bury his nose in them. Alejandro indulges him, then smiles as Livonze draws away slightly. ‘But would you like a shower first?’
Alejandro lets loose a delighted laugh. It’s rare that Livonze is coy with him, but what with Azadistan and the Takalamakan exercise and Celestial Being, it’s been a long while since they’ve had the time to truly enjoy sex with each other. ‘I think I will,’ he replies. ‘Will you be joining me?’
Livonze’s smile is particularly feline. ‘Of course. Bring the whiskey.’
In the bedroom of their suite, they strip in front of each other. Alejandro admires the way his protégé undresses, inch after inch of pale white skin uncovered with a casual abandon, revealing the slender body so often hidden by Livonze's preference for baggy clothes. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it slide off his shoulders, stepping out of his pants and briefs, confident that his own body is as worthy of admiration as his student’s. Livonze is half-erect already, and so is he. How could he not be, when Livonze glances at him with such an undeniable and gratifying hunger?
Livonze precedes him into the bathroom and proceeds to give Alejandro a wonderful view of his firm ass as he bends over to turn on the water taps. The water gushes out in a torrent, and Alejandro leans against the doorjamb as he watches him pour bubble bath into the water, which rapidly foams white and fills the room with frangipani steam.
Livonze slides into the tub with a moan that’s just a little too low and a little too long to be simply enjoyment of the hot water. ‘The water’s just right, Alejandro-sama,’ he says, a clear invitation in his half-lidded eyes.
Alejandro smirks and strides forward, putting the whiskey bottle and glass on the soap ledge before getting into the tub as well, nuzzling the sensitive spot on Livonze's neck as he settles the green-haired youth in his lap, the firm line of his back resting against his chest. Livonze gasps a little and wriggles, which Alejandro knows full well is his way of getting back at him. He’ll be damned, however, if he gives Livonze the reaction the other man wants. He has every intention of drawing this out for as long as necessary. So he consciously lets himself relax in the warm water, his hands caressing Livonze’s body but as blandly as he can manage, only the chastest of simple touches.
When his protégé whimpers impatiently and begins to turn around, Alejandro forestalls him by reaching for the whiskey instead, pouring a glass, careful not to get any soap into it. He holds the glass to Livonze's mouth, and he takes a greedy swallow, his hand wrapping around Alejandro’s when he tries to pull it away.
Drinking out of my hand, Alejandro thinks, and chuckles a little at the thought.
Livonze relaxes against him, and Alejandro finishes the rest of the glass and places it back on the ledge. Livonze has clearly realized that Alejandro will not be denied, and Alejandro will reward him for it. Returning his attention to the body in his arms, he lets his hands drift to Livonze's chest, allowing his fingers to play across a taut brown nipple. Libbons gasps in pleasured surprise, and Alejandro smirks to himself. ‘So, what have you been doing lately? I apologize for not having paid enough attention to you lately.’
‘Ah - it’s alright,’ Livonze says. He looks a little distracted, but Alejandro can’t blame him. He’s ticklish, Alejandro knows that, and Livonze is squirming because he can’t decide if he wants to try and evade the fingers ghosting across his belly or lean into the hand playing with his nipples. ‘I’ve been reading Machiavelli.’
And plotting behind my back, no doubt, Alejandro supposes. Livonze is a very competent person. He’s more than capable of doing both at the same time. ‘Ah, The Prince, I presume?’ Similarly, Alejandro is entirely capable of carrying on this pseudo-conversation as he molests his protégé.
‘Yes,’ Livonze cries out, but it’s not likely to be in answer to Alejandro’s question. More likely a response to his fingers, which have trailed down to play with his protégé’s hard cock, his index finger rubbing teasingly against the head. One hand comes up to clutch at Alejandro’s shoulder, nails digging into skin as the other one braces against Alejandro’s thigh, Livonze using him as leverage to rub the cleft of his ass against Alejandro’s cock.
Alejandro gives the slightest of groans at the sensation. It’s been too long, since they last did this. Livonze is far wilder than he is - he’s shifted and is fervently humping Alejandro’s thigh now, whimpering as each movement brushes his ass against Alejandro’s cock. ‘So, am I more feared or loved?’ he asks, low and tormenting.
Even he can’t keep the slight tremble out of his voice, though, and Livonze turns to him, his eyes incandescent with desire. ‘Both is best, Alejandro-sama,’ he replies.
They kiss as Alejandro pushes two fingers straight into Livonze's tight welcoming body, and he bucks against him, a sharp whine escaping his lips as he breaks the kiss and lets his head fall against Alejandro’s shoulder, moving against those fingers in sharp, jerky motions. Alejandro loves this, loves the way Livonze loses all of his customary grace in these moments, reduced to a trembling mass of need, seeking a relief only Alejandro can give him.
‘Alejandro-sama-’ there’s a heartfelt note that’s usually absent from the usual suffix of respect, and Alejandro smiles and presses a third finger into him, which elicits a whimper from the green-haired youth. ‘Alejandro-sama! Please!’
‘Shall we move this to the bed?’ Alejandro asks. ‘I intend to have my way with you for the rest of tonight, so prepare yourself, Livonze.’
‘I’ve - ah - been prepared for a very long time,’ Libbons snaps, frustration distinctly delineated in every quivering muscle.
‘We should shower first, then,’ Alejandro says, rising from the tub and unceremoniously leaving his balked protégé staring at him in shock. ‘To get the soapsuds off.’
Livonze surges from the water with an almost animal snarl only to be thrown off-balance as Alejandro pulls him closer and turns on the showerhead as he yanks the plug to drain the tub with his foot. ‘Patience, pet,’ Alejandro reprimands gently, his breath playing across Livonze's ear. ‘It will feel all the better for the waiting. Why don’t you help me wash?’
Livonze obeys with a frantic alacrity, brushing damp hair out of Alejandro’s eyes before rubbing the soapsuds from him, then dropping to his knees and taking Alejandro’s cock into his mouth, swallowing him till Alejandro feels the head of his cock bump the back of his throat. That hot wet mouth feels remarkable. Livonze enthusiastically sucks at him, ardent in his abasement, kneeling at Alejandro’s feet, desperate to please.
He reaches for his own cock, which is so flushed with need it looks almost painful, but Alejandro commands, ‘No. Don’t touch yourself until I say you can.’
Livonze groans in disappointment, the sensation going straight through Alejandro, and his cock jerks in Libbons’ mouth. He does as he’s told, though, and Alejandro smiles a little. ‘Enough, Livonze.’
The younger man stops and Alejandro scoops him up in his arms, not bothering to turn off the shower as he stalks off towards the bed, Livonze's mouth searching his out. The room is cold after the heat of the water and they’re dripping water on the plush carpets, but Alejandro is past caring. He lays Livonze on the bed and Livonze pulls him down and their tongues tangle again, searing and wild as Alejandro presses Livonze’s thighs apart to touch the silky smooth skin of his inner thighs.
He fumbles the lubrication out of the nightstand drawer, where they left it after their first night here. Livonze is still slick and damp from the bath but Alejandro sees no reason not to take care with this beautiful creature lying there panting with need, legs spread wantonly to reveal that glistening, twitching hole. Alejandro applies the lubricant liberally and presses his fingers in. They slip inside easily, and Livonze gasps as he finds the prostate, his eyes going briefly blank. He’s barely had time to recover before Alejandro pushes the third finger in and presses hard against that spot, and he reaches out blindly for him, Alejandro’s name an incoherent prayer on his abused reddened lips.
‘Oh god Alejandro-sama please, please please please, Alejandro-sama, please, god please!’
Livonze will never best him. Even while his mind plots to subvert and surpass Alejandro his body will revolt with these memories of lust, of the carnal need that only Alejandro can fulfil.
‘I love you, pet,’ Alejandro whispers, and pushes into him. Livonze makes a choked little noise, his eyes going wide as he locks his legs around Alejandro’s waist. ‘Yes,’ he gasps, ‘Alejandro-sama, yes, oh god, yes.’
Alejandro pulls out and slams in again, and Livonze screams. And continues screaming as Alejandro continues thrusting, screaming and moaning and whimpering and screaming over and over and over, ‘Alejandro-sama, oh god - ah - I - ah! - I’m coming - coming -’
Alejandro stills immediately, pulling out of that tight body completely. Livonze’s eyes are wide, bewildered. ‘Alejandro-sama - why-’
‘Coming just from having your ass stimulated?’ Alejandro laughs, settling himself back against the bed. ‘Did it feel that good?’
‘You know it did, Alejandro-sama- god, why are you doing this?’ there are tears gathering in those violet eyes, and that voice is an aching sob.
‘Don’t cry, Livonze,’ Alejandro says soothingly. ‘Come here. If you want it so badly, fuck yourself on my cock.’ It’s rare that he’s so vulgar but then again, it’s Livonze, whose attempts to surmount Alejandro bring out the dominating side of his nature like nothing else does.
Livonze scrambles over and without hesitation, impales himself on Alejandro’s cock, deeper than before. His mouth is open and he’s panting but he doesn’t say anything anymore, bracing himself with his hands on Alejandro’s chest as the muscles in his thighs bunch and relax, his cock twitching and glistening with pre-come, bouncing up and down on Alejandro’s cock.
He’s beautiful like this, completely debauched with all his defenses abandoned, his world narrowed to the feel of Alejandro inside him, that wanton expression on his face as he rides Alejandro hard, that voice raw and shuddery from the screaming.
Alejandro lets him continue, lost in his own pleasure before he grabs him and turns them both over, Livonze on his hands and knees, and drives into him, his own body a cage against that smaller frame. He changes his angle and finds the prostate gland and the sudden shock down overabused nerves is enough to send Livonze over the edge as he comes without touching his cock at all, comes hard and long, too crazed with relief even to scream as his semen splashes against the bedspread.
Alejandro comes after a few more thrusts, spilling himself into his protégé’s ass, the world narrowing to a point of white and the scent of the nape of Livonze’s delicate neck, where he presses his lips to muffle his own slight shout as he achieves release.
They both collapse, Alejandro rolling to avoid crushing the slighter body. Livonze lies on his side, still shuddering from climax, his pupils impossibly dilated. Alejandro recovers first, pulling the damp and dirtied covers away. The sheets at least are still clean, so Alejandro goes to Livonze’s room and grabs the blankets there instead, bringing them back and getting into the bed.
By the time he has the blankets settled around them, Livonze is a little calmer, his eyes less wild though his heart is still rabbit-fast against Alejandro’s bare skin. Alejandro smiles and rubs the younger man’s back. ‘I love you,’ he murmurs, and in this moment the words might not even be entirely empty. He can forgive Livonze’s attempt at betrayal. He would expect no less, really - after all, was he not the one who had taught him?
Livonze presses closer against him and takes several deep breaths before answering, his violet eyes never leaving Alejandro’s. ‘Me too, Alejandro-sama.’
Alejandro laughs quietly to himself. Feared and loved - it might even be the truth, more than his little protégé himself knows. Livonze will not win, will not escape him that easily, and Alejandro certainly relishes this personal challenge, even as he watches Celestial Being take on the world.
Best to be both, then.